If you will unhand me sir, I will go down to the kitchen and prepare some food." Slip on your swim wear under your shorts," He suggested, "And we can ...ave a quick swim while whatever you make is cooking."I did as he suggested and he pulled on his trunks and carried his shorts and a T shirt with him as we descended the stairs. He picked up a towel from the laundry room and while I prepared a casserole and put on some potatoes, he headed for the pool. I took the timer from the kitchen and laid it. I knew we weren't going to be able to chat on the phone as she expected the dinners to go till 10 or 11pm every night this week, and would probably spend a few more hours gambling with the clients since this was an industry conference in Las Vegas.What I found in the box was what looked like an oversized ski mask, only without a lens to look through. Another note inside the box explained that these were virtual reality goggles, that they worked with my phone and then listed an app and some. ’ Basketball shorts slung low on his hips, a sparse line of a happy trail peeking out. I was dressed a little more modestly, everyday black leggings and a tank top that, at the moment, was doing a horrific job of concealing my cleavage. ‘Never again do I do this without a sports bra.’ ‘Yeah, I gotta agree with that one. You do realize that all the guys in here are starin’ at your tits, right?’ He set his hand on my back and bowed down close to my ear. ‘And I am more than ready to take you home. " He pointed at her neck. Her necklace was right there around her neck but she could see or feel it and his eyes were glowing red. How could she not notice that!? "Move!" She shoved him out of the way. He grinned at me again as he followed after her into my room.... I’m back in my room now standing by my dresser as Sara storms in and my body casually walks in behind her. “Where the fuck is my necklace!” she demands impatiently. “There.” he says pointing at the desk. There was still nothing.